Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.